Raju pauses, surprised, then smiles again. "Not farewell," he corrects, scooping water in his hands and spilling it over Francis' face as he bends, rinsing the soap off with the same gesture he uses to take Francis' face in both of his hands. "If I miss the layer of hair between my lips and yours I'm sure you'll grow it out again." And with that Raju kisses him, slow and thorough. A little more thorough than he'd intended to be, but as he does it he realises he doesn't see any reason to stop before Francis wants to.